NOBODY:
Chapter One
by Trixx
Notes
Time seemed to pass slowly for Xander after seeing Spike. Hours inched by,
crawling slowly out of the ditch of memories, broken only by the endless forays
into the darkness searching for Spike. He could sometimes smell the acrid tang
of his tobacco wafting on the air, but it always drifted away before he'd found
the source. Weeks later, Xander finally gave up looking. Spike had probably
left the city, gone far away from Buffy, somewhere he didn't have to remember, or
at least that’s what Xander convinced himself.
Standing beside a stone gargoyle high above the city, cape fluttering behind
him, Xander's face turned out towards the desolate city, the last rays of
sunlight caressing the dull leather of his mask. The fading warmth crept across
his skin beneath the leathers, the tickling fingers leaving cold determination
in their wake. A shiver wracked Xander's body as he felt the day's warmth
leaving him. Time to hunt.
Twenty stories high, Xander gracefully leapt into the air, jackknifing before
flipping into a series of dizzying somersaults, his feet finally pointing down
and arms extended as he seemed to drift lazily towards the ground, landing with
a soft scrape of leather boots across gritty pavement, knees bending slightly
to take the impact, before he continued walking down the alley. Smells
surrounded him. Hopelessness, despair, sex... breathing deeply Xander inhaled
the musky smell on the air. Prostitutes probably working not far from where
Xander stood, the smell was too strong, too heavy on the air to be coming from
a nearby building. Shaking his thoughts out of his head Xander felt himself
tighten, focus, letting his senses move outward.
Head tilted back he swayed on his feet as his senses traveled along the gritty
back alleyways, touching brick walls, garbage, fire escapes, windows, and
people. Touching, caressing them, moving through them and past, searching for
raised heart beats, the scent of fear, the trembling in their limbs. A broken
cry filled the air as he touched on the scuffle happening a block away, his
body shaking with the terror of the victim moving through him, his feet in
motion before the last trembling note left the air.
Running through the dark alleys, feet making almost no noise on the pavement,
hurrying towards the altercation, his fight. Leaping without a sound at the
attacker, mind blank, letting his precognition guide him, his fists flew down
in a flurry of blows. The demon being driven back against some old packing
crates as Xander spun a kick at its head, hearing the crash and feeling the
shower of dust fall over him like rain. Breathing heavily, Xander cursed the
rapid end to the fight, not hearing the soft foot falls behind him. The scrape
of worn leather Docs on cement as they came closer to the frightened woman and
her savior.
Soft clapping filled the air, and Xander whirled around cape flying out around
him before settling back around his legs. His senses reached out, stroking over
the worn leather of the slim figure approaching, the sound of soft clapping
still echoing loudly in the alley. Xander inhaled sharply taking in the stale
smell of tobacco, leather, and blood. Spike.
Focusing on the situation, Spike walked to the distraught woman sitting on the
ground in a pile of rubbish, her eyes on the ground as tears escaped her eyes.
Small and fragile, she looked a little like Buffy when he'd first seen her
dancing in the Bronze so many years ago. Just a girl. Kneeling down to her
level he put his finger under her chin, feeling her start viciously away from
him. "Hey now pet, none of that." Keeping his voice soothing he
stroked a finger across one cheek then the other, wiping away her tears.
"Up you go now," voice all gentle and soft, wafting over her in a
soothing balm, holding her hands he helped her to stand. "Hurry on home
now, go out to the main street and run all the way home." Watching her
with keen eyes as she took off at a dead run for the streetlights up ahead and
rounded the corner, never breaking her stride or looking back.
Taking a deep breath, Spike turned to face the masked avenger, who had been
still and silent as death during the whole exchange. Looking closely, Spike
tried to imagine what was going through the enshrouded figure’s mind.
"Looks to me like that fight ended too quickly." Spike spoke quietly,
watching and listening for any change, smiling slightly as he saw the violent
twitch that was quickly subdued. "Want to give it a go then? Work off some
energy?" Quickly moving into a loose fighting stance, Spike beckoned with
a small movement of his fingers.
Xander stood still, facing in the general direction he knew Spike to be in. He
could still smell him, hear the rustle of the duster as it moved about his
legs, but Xander didn't move. He could hear Spike moving impatiently from one
foot to the other, shifting his weight while he waited. Xander could almost
hear the old western music playing in the background and he snorted inside the
mask.
Spike sighed, letting his loose stance falter as he stood up straight, glaring
at the leather clad figure. "What? You don't understand the universal sign
language for 'Bring it on?' What are you, blind and stupid? Let’s dance, want
to see what you're made of." With a low growl Spike leapt at Xander.
Xander struggled to control his hysterical giggles as he deflected the attack,
staying on the defensive, protecting himself but not attempting to land even a
single blow to Spike. Xander fought steadily, memorizing the way Spike's body
moved, the agility, grace, passion in the way he fought. Shaking his head,
Xander finally went on the offensive. Blow upon blow fell through Spike’s
perimeter, landing solidly on his twisting form, and then he adapted.
The soft thud of blows landing on flesh echoed loudly in the alley, seeming to
ricochet off the walls, nearly deafening Xander. His heart was beating a
thousand miles an hour inside his ribcage, trying to get free of leather,
flesh, and bone as they danced back and forth, a whirling dervish of limbs.
Movements became faster, more blurred, frenzied as each fought to outdo the
other. Spike’s fighting style moving fluidly from one to the next, over a
hundred years of brawling, fighting, and winning coming to his aid as he was
thwarted time and again, Xander seeming to know where he was going to move even
before he himself did.
Xander took a deep breath and reached out to Spike, letting his senses wash
over the lithe form matching his move for move, feeling the tenseness begin in
the right side of the body as Spike prepared to kick with his left foot.
Xander's foot shot out, knocking the right leg out from under Spike, a stake
appearing in his hand and pressed to Spike's heart before he even hit the
ground.
Spike blinked slowly up at the red and black leather-clad form leaning over
him, the sharp wood digging into his pectoral muscle. A slow grin spread across
his face as he held up his hands in supplication. "You got me mate. Now
what are you going to do with me?" He drawled slow and husky. His body
twitched against the stake, letting it pierce his flimsy cotton t-shirt,
closing his eyes at the small bite of pain. His body hardened, erection
becoming firm and constricted in his jeans, pressing harshly against the bite
of the zip, moaning slightly at the added sensation.
"Leave you." Xander spoke harshly, his breath like smoke over the
water. Turning abruptly on his heel, he ran down the alley, taking a leap into
the air and grabbing the nearest fire escape, clambering up it and out of sight
over the top of the building.
Spike took a deep breath, letting his head fall back on the pavement with a
resounding thud. "Great Spike, proposition the poor bugger just cause he
beat you. Now he's gonna think you like to get beat down." Spike grinned
to himself. "Well, you do like getting beat down, but that doesn't mean
you have to advertise it." Shaking his head to dispel the images of being
beaten down and bent over the nearest hard surface by the imposing,
leather-wearing avenger, Spike let out a low chuckle, before saying clearly,
"Next time pet. Next time." Raising himself out of the trash and
debris littering the cement, he brushed himself off, reached into a deep
pocket, pulled out his smokes and lit one quickly with a shaking hand.
"Those things will kill you." Spoken so quietly but Spike heard, his
head snapping up, his eyes taking in the black leather jacket, dark hair,
chocolate brown eyes and small smirk curving the corner of the man’s mouth.
*************
Anger and shame twisted Xander’s features as he peeled the leather down his
arms, undressing until he was standing in his room naked, pale body marred with
silvery scars gleaming in the lamplight filtering in his window. Taking deep
breaths to calm himself, he began redressing for an evening out. It was time to
lose himself once again.
Not bothering with underwear he slowly, methodically dressed in black Dickies,
a black mesh shirt, leather gauntlets on his wrists, and big heavy punker boots
on his feet. He went into the bathroom and quickly smeared khol around his
useless eyes, completing the punk rocker look. A swift scan of the room, and he
was heading out the door to the nearest local punk club. It was time to let go.
Not bothering with the long lineup outside the club, he stealthily made it in
behind the doormen’s backs, and into the dense interior. Humidity clung to the
air inside the club, sweat and sex making the atmosphere heavy and thick. Not
bothering with picking out a target tonight Xander made his way out onto the
dance floor into the thick crush of bodies. Hips swiveling with the beat he
threw himself into the heavy pulsing beat of the music coming through the sound
system.
Arms spread wide, feet moving surely with the beat, Xander threw his head back
and inhaled deeply, hips grinding in place he let his senses spread out, taking
in every nook and cranny in the entire club, skimming over the dancers, the
couples having sex on the couches in the back, the guys fucking each other
against the back walls, the girls getting it on in the bathroom, the staff
moving surely through the club turning a blind eye to the lust dazed crowd.
Xander felt his body react to the stimulation, becoming hot, hard, erect,
wanting out of his pants, wanting play time. And still he danced, head now
moving with the angry swell of music.
He sensed him first, the soft rustle of interest across his senses, minutes
before he felt the hard cock press against his ass, the feel of hands sliding
over his hips, grinding that erection into him. Xander pressed back, letting
his unseen partner lead, grinding against him, hearing the groan echo deep in
the man’s chest before he even made a sound. Heavy hand sliding around the
front of his pants cupping his hardness before squeezing gently, over and over,
working the head of his cock as the music changed tempo again. Fitting song,
flitted briefly through Xander’s mind as the club filled with the opening
strains of Stabbing Westward’s rendition of What Do I Have To Do, groaning as
he felt his zip being lowered and his cock jumping out into the waiting hand.
Slowly the rough, calloused hand around his dick moved down to the base and
back up, pumping him gently in time with the beat of the song, and Xander was
lost. Hips grinding up into the hard fist surrounding him, head thrown back
onto a strong shoulder, eyes closed in bliss as he let himself get lost in the
sensations, let all the tension ease out of him, thrusting into that fist and
fucking back on the cock rubbing against his ass, swaying his hips slightly to
add more friction. Soft whispered words in his ear pulled him out of his daze.
”Bed, you on your knees, I’m gonna fuck you so hard and so deep you’ll feel
like you’re choking on me.” Silky words whispered against his ear, lips
brushing against the outer shell, and Xander was trembling in the man’s hands,
wanting so badly to. Just. Let. Go.
”C’mon.” Tucking himself back into his pants, Xander reached blindly for the
man's hand, feeling the tough skin slide against his own, catching on his skin
before his fingers were squeezed roughly and he was led out of the club.
Once out in the cool night air, Xander breathed in deeply, taking in the man’s
musky scent. “Where to?” Xander asked quietly, his voice a husky murmur in the
sudden stillness.
Not bothering to reply, the man pulled Xander along the sidewalk by the hand
before stopping abruptly and producing a set of keys. Opening a door on the
side of a building, he drew Xander in after him, shutting the door firmly
behind them, then Xander followed him down the stairs.
A small, dingy room awaited them at the bottom of the stairs, but Xander didn’t
have time to appreciate it as without a word he was shoved against the wall,
his mouth being attacked by his partner. No softness here, Xander thought, as
his lips were viciously assaulted by lips, tongue and teeth, tearing and
scraping at him until his mouth was soft and swollen.
Xander heard the other man’s zip go down and sank to his knees, taking the hot
cock in his mouth and sucking him down hard and fast, not bothering with the
finer aspects of giving head. Xander used no finesse at all, letting fingers
tangle in his hair and relaxing his jaw as his face was fucked, his throat
quickly becoming raw before the man came without uttering a sound.
Quickly pulled to his feet, zip lowered, pants pushed down around his knees,
turned around and bent over something, a couch maybe, Xander heard the man spit
into his fingers seconds before two buried themselves deeply in his ass.
Pushing back onto the fingers Xander rubbed his cock against the rough fabric
of whatever he was leaning over, listening as the man spit again onto his
fingers, this time shoving three fingers in and twisting them around. Stars
erupted inside Xander’s head as the man poked his prostate, but neither of them
made a sound.
Hard cock replaced fingers in a hard brutal stab, filling Xander full with one
perfect thrust. Frantic rutting, hard, pounding, fast, as the man behind him
tore into him with abandon and Xander found himself wishing it was a bleach
blonde menace with a soft leather duster, hard British accent and absolutely no
tact tearing into him, so he kept his eyes closed. His hand gripping his hard
length, Xander let himself imagine he could feel the cooler cock thrusting into
him, that the man behind him wasn’t panting for air. Just for a little while
Xander let himself imagine the possibilities.
With a startled jerk, his cum shot out over the back of the couch, staining the
already smeared fabric as he felt the jet of cum inside him, the fingers
bruising his hips as the thrusting got frantic, before his lover stabbed one
last time deep inside and held there, riding out the last of his orgasm.
Xander let his head fall forward onto the rough cloth, one arm coming up to
rest beside his head while he regained his breath, feeling the man give his hip
a squeeze before pulling gently out of him. ”Want to tell me what you were
doing in that place, Xander?”
Xander felt his breath catch in his throat at the sound of that voice. This is
why I never completely let go, Xander thought as he turned around to face the
man who’d just fucked him ten ways from Sunday.
*************
"Those things will kill you." Spoken so quietly but Spike heard, his
head snapping up, his eyes taking in the black leather jacket, dark hair,
chocolate brown eyes and small smirk curving the corner of the man’s mouth.
Inhaling deeply Spike looked him up and down. “Don’t think I need to worry
'bout that much, you took care of that little problem for me a few years ago.”
Smirking up into the now expressionless face, he let the smoke waft gently from
his nose before straightening his duster. “You here for me, or just come
searching for some random uglies to torture?”
Angel’s lips twitched as he looked Spike up and down. "Actually, yes.”
Turning on his heel, coat flapping out around him, he stalked in the other
direction, stopping when he’d gotten a few feet down the alley before speaking,
“You coming?” Quite sure that Spike would follow along after him like a puppy
at his heels, he resumed walking, only to pause when he realized Spike was still
standing in the same spot he’d left him in. Turning slowly he gazed
stone-facedly into Spike’s wary eyes. “Well?”
”Don’t know that I want to follow you. What do you want Peaches? I was having
myself a lovely time down here with the dregs of society and then you come
along all high and mighty. Need something? Try asking.” Turning and stalking in
the opposite direction, coat twitching with his indignation.
”I need your help.” Soft words coming from the large forbidding figure standing
stock still at the opposite end of the alley, but Spike heard them and stopped.
Not turning, body rigid with tension, shoulders firm and back, head held high,
his arm lifting to take another drag off his cigarette.
”You’re asking?” Cold words, issued from a stiff throat. “Since when do you
ever bloody well ask me for anything, Peaches? You’ve always taken what you
wanted whether I wanted to give it to you or not. Just spit it out, whatever
you want, just say it and leave me in peace.” Taking out his pack of smokes he
tapped one into his hand and lit it off the still glowing cherry of the
previous one. Still rigid, not turning, refusing to give in.
”You’re right. I always take what I want, but this time… I need you to tell me
Spike. The man you were talking to when I showed up, the one in the leathers
with the face mask. Who was he?” Voice still soft, gently enquiring, seeking
the information he’d come to collect. “He’s made a name for himself in the
books at Wolfram and Hart. He could be… I need to know Spike. Whose side is he
on?” Angel’s voice had gone hard with his own self-importance, needing to be
the one who knew everything in this City of
Turning slowly to face Angel, separated by a few feet that seemed to go on for
miles, Spike's face went cold. “None of your business who he is, he’s fighting
the good fight just like you or me,” Spike paused as Angel snorted but
continued on as if he hadn’t been interrupted, “leave him alone, Peaches. He’s
just looking for a little… solace.” With a whirl of the duster he was gone, out
of the alley and away from Angel, whose face had turned stormy.
Spike practically flew down the street in his frustration, boot soles slapping
loudly on the pavement as he moved. “How dare that self-righteous prig come
down here and start giving me orders. HE needs to know! What does he need to
know. Nothing, poncy bugger’s got it all already. Why does he always need to
take what’s mine!” Growling viciously Spike kicked at the door leading into his
apartment building, stomping down the stairs into the basement to his little
hovel. Using his key, he opened the door then slammed it shut. Rummaging in the
fridge he took out a beer, twisted the top off and brought it to his lips,
gulping in thick heavy swallows, draining it in seconds and grabbing another
one before he shut the door.
Moving quickly into the corner where he kept his clothes, he set the beer down
on the floor and undressed, redressing just as hurriedly in his best pair of
jeans and his only other black t-shirt before re-donning the duster. Grabbing
the beer hastily off the floor he downed it the same way he had the first.
Snagging his keys, he set the bottle on the table and left the apartment as
quickly as he’d come, locking the door behind him.
Making his way out of the apartment building into the crowded streets of a hot
His eyes widened at the sight before him. Pale scarred limbs raised in
supplication as hips thrust and gyrated to the beat, Spike felt his throat
catch, his cock harden, his stomach drop to his knees. The night was looking up
after all.
Taking the liquor from the bartender he proceeded to drink straight from the
bottle, in this crowd nobody was gonna notice. Walking silently along the edge
of the dance floor as he chugged back the booze, letting his eyes roam over the
tight figure of the man dancing a mere few feet away. He’d grown up in so many
ways since he’d last seen him. The boy he'd known was no more, in his place was
a wildly gyrating, hip-thrusting, sexy, intoxicating man.
Spike looked with a long slow glide from the tips of the shoes all the way up
to the face. Looks like he’d gotten new eyes, they almost looked real unless
you knew that they couldn’t be. Softly curling black hair fell in soft waves
over his sweaty brow, sticky with heat and moisture. Spike’s eyes were once
again drawn to his hips, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Leaning against a
pillar in the middle of the club, swigging his sour mash, he felt hot and
flushed… he had to taste, had to touch.
Moving up behind the dancing figure he pressed his aching cock against the firm
ass in front of him, rubbing gently back and forth, groaning loudly as the
backside thrust into him, pressing more firmly.
Spike pressed his hand down hard sliding around the front of his partner
cupping his hardness before squeezing gently, over and over, working the head
of the cock as the music changed tempo again. He could hear him moaning as he
lowered the zip and the hot heavy cock jumped out into his waiting hand.
Slowly rough calluses on his hand scraped around the dick, moving down to the
base and back up, pumping gently in time with the beat of the song, and he knew
he had him. Hips grinding up into his hard fist, head thrown back onto his
shoulder, eyes closed in bliss as the man surrendered, let all the tension ease
out, thrusting into his fist and fucking back on his cock trapped in the
confining denim, swaying his hips slightly to add more friction. ”Bed, you on
your knees, I’m gonna fuck you so hard and so deep you’ll feel like you’re
choking on me.” Silky words whispered on a single breath, lips brushing against
the outer shell, and he felt the capitulation.
”Let's go.” Tucking himself back into his pants, Xander reached blindly for his
hand, feeling the tough skin slide against his own, catching his skin before
his fingers were squeezed roughly and he was led out of the club.
*************
Xander felt his breath catch in his throat at the sound of that voice. This is
why I never let go, Xander thought as he turned around to face the man who’d
just fucked him ten ways from Sunday.
“Hey Spike.” Xander mumbled through bite swollen lips.
Raising one sardonic brow Spike leaned in and trailed a finger gently down
Xander’s cheek. “That’s it? Thought what with your mouth you’d have something
better than ‘Hey Spike.’” A gentle curve of his lip and Spike’s eyes were
taking in the sightless ones in front of him. “How about… I was out for a walk
and someone dragged me inside… or, the girls were busy tonight and I just
needed to blow off some steam… how ‘bout anything other than, ‘Hey Spike,’”
finger running softly over the swollen lips as he leaned forward and placed a
kiss on Xander’s mouth.
Refusing to answer, Xander pressed against the hard body in front of him, the
slick skin of their abdomens sliding together as their cocks lengthened and
filled, hot mouth on a slightly cooler one, tongues dueling, the kiss getting
deeper until Xander felt as if he was falling into it, losing himself. This was
why he did this, the feeling of being lost, even if only for a little while.
His warm calloused hands slid up the soft fabric of Spike’s t-shirt, sliding
around the muscled neck as his fingers slid into the silky strands of hair,
cupping the back of his head drawing him closer, trying to drown himself in the
kiss.
Spike broke the kiss first, pulling away with a soft gasp of air, strong firm
hands coming up to hold Xander by his shoulders as he tried to resume the kiss.
“Distraction?” Spike’s voice was heavy with amusement as his laughing eyes
searched the lust slackened features in front of him.
”Yep, can I continue to distract you now? Or would you like to talk some more
and ruin the moment?” Xander spoke softly, voice husky from harsh panting only
moments before, thick with need and want, hands still cupping the back of
Spike’s head.
”Oh by all means, distract away,” Spike broke off as Xander leaned into him,
moist lips slightly parted, “but so you know, I mean to find the answers out
sooner or later.” Spike spoke the last words against the firm mouth now
attached to his as he resumed their kiss and sank everything he had in it,
tasting the desperation in the other man’s mouth.
Gasping as one cool hand traveled down the length of his body to grab his
throbbing cock, firm strong grip as he was slowly stroked making him gasp,
moan, and shudder against the hard body holding him captive against the couch.
“Spike,” Xander whispered, “fuck me again? Make it hurt?” Hands fluttering
uselessly on Spike’s back, in his hair, hot dark flush staining his cheeks as
he spoke the words, voice calm and steady even on the low brush of sound.
Leaning back slightly Spike searched the face in front of him, looking for…
something, anything to tell him what the boy was thinking. No. Not a boy, the
man in front of him was thinking. Without a sound, he propelled Xander around
to face the couch again, filling him once more with one powerful stroke, the
passage still slick and stretched from his previous entry. He held onto
Xander’s shoulders for leverage, thrusting hard and swift as he pummeled the
body, making the ache grow inside him, until at last, without a touch or a
sound, Xander erupted against the back of the couch.
Spike slowed his thrusting down, giving the panting human time to recover,
listening to the breathing slow to normal before he began again, body arching,
legs bending as he used his considerable force to propel himself into Xander,
knocking the air from his lungs and making his arms give out. Sprawled over the
back of the couch, head hanging down, feet barely touching the floor, Xander
let himself drift, soaring on the sensations radiating outwards from his crotch
and ass, the rough upholstery abrading his cock on each sharp glide in, the
burn from Spike’s cock as he was stretched wide and hard, riding on the very
edge, until he broke.
Screaming loud and hoarsely he gave a half hearted attempt at ejaculation
before collapsing completely, supine over the back of the sofa as Spike moaned
behind him and his hips snapped once, twice, three times before holding still
against him. Barely able to lift his head when he felt soft lips graze the back
of his neck.
“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you in the morning.” And with that Xander promptly lost
consciousness. Shaking his head ruefully he pulled out and lifted Xander gently
in his arms, moving swiftly to the bed and placing him on it. Slowly he
undressed the body before him, taking in the bruises and scars, Spike put it
down to Xander’s natural clumsiness being made worse by the blindness.
”What happened to you Harris.” Voice soft, so as not to wake him, Spike took in
the pale form. Hard and strong, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere, a man’s
body, to be sure. Kissing Xander’s forehead, Spike slipped out of his own
clothes and climbed into the bed to wait for the morning, when he could
question Xander again.
Closing his eyes for a moment he slipped into sleep, curling tighter around the
man beside him.
*************
Xander slowly swam upward in the darkness, the lazy arms of sleep curled around
him, fogging his brain as his eyelids fluttered. The first thing to register
was the still form lying against him, warm and wrapped around him like a living
breathing blanket. The second thing to register was that his living breathing
blanket wasn’t actually breathing. Eyes shooting wide open, he let his senses
out in a rush, taking in his surroundings and checking the body beside him.
When he realized it was a vampire he sat there puzzled for a moment as to why
he was in bed with a body instead of their dust, it was the morning after the
night before; that was always how he took care of his undead bed mates.
Senses twisting around the figure lying next to him, gentle exploratory touches
as he tried to puzzle out the situation, receiving no information other than it
was a male and that he had a slighter build than he did himself. Growing
frustrated Xander plunged his senses into the body, taking it over, feeling it
from the inside out, and gasped as memory overwhelmed him. It was Spike. Who
was now jumping out of the bed like a scalded cat.
”What the bloody hell was that!” Searching the room frantically, hair standing
up on one side of his head, pale and nude standing in the middle of the room,
Spike looked like a sleepy cat that had been disturbed in the middle of its
afternoon nap. Seeing nothing he sat back down on the bed and buried his face
in his hands, wiping away the sleep with agitation.
”Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you, just wasn’t sure where I was when I first woke
up.” Xander spoke softly, nimble fingers reaching out to stroke a line down
Spike’s back. “Come back here and go back to sleep.” Voice low and husky, he
tried to coax Spike back into the bed.
”I’m awake now.” Spike’s own voice came out rough and hoarse, thick with sleep.
Belying his words he lay down, wrapping himself around Xander, laying his head
down on the firm chest with the steady thump, thump, thump. “You goin’ back to
sleep?” Spike's voice caused a low rumble through Xander’s chest, making his
groin tighten and ache.
”Yah, worn out, sleep with me please?” Husky murmur whispered into platinum
blonde locks, pressing a kiss to the top of Spike’s head.
”Tell me what that was… Xander,” words mumbled softly into the salty warm skin
beneath his lips, tongue flicking out to taste, “Tell me why I felt like
someone else was in my body, then you can sleep.” Bringing his hand up, he
stroked down the muscled abdomen, feeling the tenseness in the way the muscles
jumped under his seeking fingers.
Sighing quietly, Xander slowly stroked his hand down Spike’s back, gently
cupping the rounded curve of Spike’s ass. “I’m blind Spike. I had to learn how
to see someway. There’s too many creatures out there that would like to take a
bite out of some poor helpless schmuck, but it’s not gonna be me.” Pressing his
lips once again into Spike’s hair, he murmured almost thoughtlessly, “So Willow
helped me…” Trailing off as his finger found the cleft of Spike’s ass, trailing
down gently, a barely there touch against the small hairs had Spike shivering
in his arms, grinding his erection against his hip. “Again?” Xander breathed
out as he felt the hardness leave a wet trail across his hip.
Pushing sharply back out of Xander’s arms and rolling to a standing position
beside the bed, Spike glared. “Not that easy luv, not anymore. You either tell
me what the hell that was, or you can get the hell out. Don’t give me some cock
and bull story about
Getting slowly off the bed and feeling around the room for his clothes, Xander
didn’t utter a word. Carefully dressing so as not to fall, Xander finally
turned back to the still naked and motionless Spike. “Thanks for the fuck, it’s
been… fun.” Turning around he strode to the door and disappeared out into the
sunny hallway, slamming the door behind him.
”Well fuck, don’t that beat all, Harris finally got himself a pair of brass
knackers.” Sighing, Spike tiredly swiped his hand across his face, “Fuck it,
it’s too early in the morning to deal with this shit.” Tiredly he climbed back
into the bed, pulling the covers up over his head wishing he could fall asleep
Out on the street, Xander leaned back against the door to the building, letting
his senses move outwards as he tried to figure out the best way to get home.
Shaking his head at his reaction to Spike’s questions, he should have known he
wouldn’t be able to lie to him. He’d never been able to before. Stepping down
onto the sidewalk, Xander moved to the curb and hailed a taxi, scrambling
inside and giving his address before leaning against the seat and closing his
eyes.
”Must have been one hell of a night.” The cab driver spoke casually over his
shoulder.
”What makes you say that?” Xander’s voice came out tired and drawn.
”The love bite on your neck says that you got some, and the haggard look on
your face says that you haven’t slept much.” Xander could hear the laughter in
the man’s voice, making the corner of Xander’s lips turn up in a nasty smirk.
”Yah, he wore me out, fucked me into the carpet and then back again. My mouth’s
a little sore from sucking his cock though, mind if we cut the chit chat?”
Voice husky and smooth, Xander leaned back once more in the deafening silence
of the cab, smirk falling from his lips like rain. He hated nosey people.